Stand, I tell you.

_Stand!_" All around him, however, men were falling and those who were left began to waver.

"Steady, men! Don't flinch," came the shout again.

"Ah-hah, you _would_, would you?
_Coward!_" Morrison's sword held flatwise, thudded down on the back of a man who had flung away his gun.

"Get back in the fight, you dog! Get back!" He whipped out his revolver and pointed it till the gun had been snatched up, then fired all its chambers at the oncoming hordes in gray.
"One more stand," he yelled.